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  • Avrilo Breaks a Mirror

    Still on a bit of a window and mirror blitz with the squirty bottle n rag in hand, I smashed a small mirror. It was one of those travelling ones, with a mirror on both sides. One of them had come out recently, and I'd just pushed it back in, but it wasn't really secure. Anyhoo, while I was holding it, giving it a rub, it fell out of my hands and onto the bathroom floor. N
    Now, I'm not superstitious, unless it's a superstition that brings good luck. So I'm not paying any attention to it, apart from writing about it and thinking about it.....

    Today I go to visit Kelvin, husband of Mary, who passed away on sunday. There will be friends there, and by now a lot of the paperwork will have been sorted, hopefully.

    LAST NIGHTS DINNER
    Ready made Cannelloni, with Cheese n Spinach
    Salad a la Moi, with Feta Cheese, Little Gem Lettuce, tomatoes from garden, onion from garden in a Balsamic vinegar and Olive Oil dressing.

    Little bit of Maple Walnut and ditto Belgian Chocolate Ice Cream

    Hells Kitchen is back on tv, a rowdy, temper fueled show, where Gordon Ramsey shouts at contestants and upsets people. Good tv! Apart from that, there's not much else worth watching. ITV3 usually has a murder mystery on, Morse, Wycliffe, Poirot etc, so that's a good standby.

    Last night I spent a lot of time on the laptop. I still have all of Mary's emails on there, so read some of them.
    In one, she's talking about seeing the doctor about the drugs she has to have for her arthritis (which, in the end, killed her,) and said to the doctor,
    "I might be dead by Christmas."
    How poignant is that?
    I'm still not weepy sad about her passing, I expect it will come out of the blue when I'm not expecting it.

    The chickens are making a row, sounds like a police car siren with a mute on, like they have on trumpets. One of the chickens is still breaking an egg, so we are getting just 3 a day when that happens.
    Gwen has to have ear drops for an infection, and doesn't make a fuss about it, along with her daily pain killer, which she has to have for the next 2 weeks. I must look into pet insurance. Something, with hindsight, would have saved me a lot of money.....

    I have to go to the bank to get out some Euros, ready for the off on friday. As it's a long drive to Stanstead, I think we'll be driving through the night, to arrive shattered in Sardinia. I've looked at the weather, and it's hot!

    Bit of a dreamy day, no sunshine, but warm. The Rayburn went out in the night and I haven't relit it yet as the house is warm. The insulation really works well. This winter will be the first with total insulation, so we'll see......

  • An poeeeeeemah.

    The wimpering snodge is a thing you must dodge,
    As it sometimes runs wild on the heath.
    I turns through the air without underwear
    And can leave nasty stains on your teeth.

    Ayethanyaaaw!

  • well deep in the boredomage

    I has an typing fitles of much tappitude spacebar pokey rotaty ho!

    None is the project due for the next few weeks till nexty yearage as fail are the bodies due to chrimble leavage and non being aboutness.

    So time and a duff work computer are my allotment and lo! downwards swoops the sleepydullness and general meh-age a trois.

    fidgety kipperness infests my limbs and coffee takes on the rosey glow of a godlike companion and much boom crack kerrang is going down the tubey ear holes from ippit, my I-pod.

    Pray for me children............

    Eeeeeep.

    :crazy:

  • Sunday Musings

    Apologies, my brain has gone on strike due to lack of sunshine.

  • Duck!

    A cagoule of Thursday bajooms around in my brain throwing neaps at my synapses.
    Lace draped cows of Hague apply for roller-skates via the Internet in the nether regions of my consciousness.

  • Lumpy

    I find drinking a gallon of scrumpy

    Will make your brain perfectly lumpy

  • "Otterly unfair!"

    But, to his chagrin, it was not until the very end of the underwater fencing contest that Prince Panda realised his prize was not the Canadian Tiara of Joy, but merely an empty septic tank.

  • Action Man

    Johnny writes a letter to Santa

    Dear Santa

    Can I have another Action Man to help complete my collection, I already have Action Man, pilot, Action Man sailor, Action Man commando, Action Man frogman, Action Man paratrooper and I'd love some more please Santa please.

    love

    Johnny

    So Johnny stuff this up the chimney and Johnny goes to off bed
    .

    Christmas morning comes and Johnny runs downstairs to find a box beneath the Christmas tree, with trembling hands he rips off the paper to find an empty box,

    puzzled he turns the box over to see

    Action Man Deserter

  • Blooming identity crisis

    Daisy was a buttercup
    Confusing, some might say...
    But not as much as gayfeather
    Who wasn't even gay.

  • Ahem

    Now are the trousers of our discontent, made into glorious curtains by Mrs Miggins poodle, Fluffchuck.
    As the peas of solemnity role through the ventricles of ours souls, we tock, tick, tock and hop to the finish line of the working week.
    It is after all, better to have loved, lost and shuffled the cards than to have played a bagpipe duet with George Fornby in the support slot at a Motorhead gig my little pickles.
    The Cheese of time grows mould on our shoulders. The Glistening potentiality of the weekend blows us French kisses.

    And the pubs are open.

    :lalala:

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